Velvet sins
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Last published Sun, Nov 16, 2025
You're the only person in this building who doesn't fear me," Damien said. "And that... Elara Winters... is becoming a problem."
"How is that a problem?" she breathed.
He leaned in just slightly, his lips near her ear, his voice dropping like velvet over a blade.
"Because it makes me want to scare you... just to see if you'll finally look at only me."
Damien..." her voice barely existed.
- his lips just a breath away from her ear.
"Tell me to step back," he whispered.
"If you say it... I will."
Elara's chest rose sharply.
Silence.
And Damien's jaw clenched-painfully, beautifully-because her silence was an answer.
Slowly, he exhaled against her skin.
"That's what I thought."
He stepped back a single inch.
Not more.
Because he wasn't done with her.
Not even close.
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After winning a singing competition, Elara boards a flight home-only to be pulled through a mirror during a sudden eclipse. She awakens in a medieval forest, bleeding from an arrow shot by a hunting king. King Lucien takes her into his palace to heal, but what begins as fascination with her haunting voice quickly turns into a dangerous obsession. To him, she is no longer a guest-she is his muse, his siren, his possession. And in a world where kings take what they desire, Elara soon learns that the most perilous prison is not the castle walls...but the heart of a man who refuses to let her go.
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